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[nightlark100]

Alpha Pack Vs Hale Pack: Further adventures of Stiles Stilinski and Kevin the Demon Wolf 🐺

Derek: I thought Stiles was cooking tonight?

Peter: huh? Oh yes, he was supposed to. But he got kidnapped.

Derek: What?!

Isaac: Alpha pack took him

Derek: And the two of you are... waiting for a ransom demand?

Peter: We were actually waiting for Deucalion to call us begging for us to pick up our human. He'll probably be back in time for dinner but we might want to order pizzas just in case

Isaac: We have bets on how long it'll take. Boyd says it'll be max a few hours before they flee the town to get away from him.

Derek: Boyd knows too? Where is he?

Isaac: He went to the movies. He wanted to avoid Stiles tagging along, figured now was the best time.

Derek: He went to the movies while his pack mate was kidnapped

Isaac: Uh huh.

Peter: In fairness Nephew, the boy does get kidnapped at least once every few months. Even I kidnapped him!

*Derek pinches the bridge of his nose and resists the urge to bang his head against the wall*

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*Stiles wakes handcuffed to a chair*

Stiles: Eurgh just once I'd like to wake up on a tropical vacation. Why do people keep doing this... is there some kind of yelp reviews for kidnapping victims and I'm just getting super high ratings? Ahh well... KEVIN GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, I KNOW THIS IS YOU

Deucalion: Perhaps you should remember that you are in a position of vulnerability here, Mr Stilinski, and refrain from your usual level of sass

Stiles: oh that was me being restrained. And I would hardly call this a position of vulnerability

Deucalion: You're tied to a chair in an abandoned building with five alpha werewolves

Stiles: I choose to view it as five alpha werewolves are trapped in an abandoned building with me. What is with the abandoned building obsession anyway? Like, with Derek I get it. He was being broody Mcbrooderson and needed somewhere derelict from which to glare dramatically at passersby. But you? I expected better. I mean, if you're going to commit to this whole being a villain, you need to go all in. I don't see a single mounted skull of an enemy or even a dramatic chair for you to sit in and monologue from. Hell, the only piece of furniture in here is this chair and it's... Honestly, it's kinda comfy. Hmm.

Deucalion: I-

Stiles: Oh and by the way? You really should cut your losses and try again somewhere else. Derek is never going to buy into your whole GRR I AM ALPHA HEAR ME ROAR nonsense. I mean, you guys should get an image consultant or some kind of PR cause the whole offer sucks. And I get that you're embracing the idea of 'you catch more flies with manure than honey' with the grade A bullshit you're shoveling but it's such a weak pitch. Actually, maybe you should skip the rebrand and look at why you feel the need to pretend to be a monster.

Deucalion: wh... pretend?!

Stiles: Seriously. Peter didn't lean this hard into villainy and he was, by all accounts, an asshole before he went feral. Which is actually a shame cause he would have had an awesome evil lair. Ahh well, next time, next time. Anyway I'm getting distracted. My point was, you were apparently quite chill as an alpha before everything. You wanted peace and love and rainbows and fluffy kittens. I don't know what Brawny and the chiropodists nightmare had going on but I do know no one does a complete 180 on their personality without deeper issues. And I do get that you were in a horrible position, you'd just lost your vision, quite a few pack members and one betrayed you. That's enough to mess anyone up. But you still had some pack left, you had people you cared about and you just...

Deucalion: You're not a wolf. You couldn't understand the power that comes from killing your betas.

Stiles: I know Derek is much stronger with us than without us. No magical cure all power boost needed for him, just 100% pure alpha. Wait... is that it? Jeeze... I should have realised! It's nothing to be ashamed of, it is completely natural for a man your age to feel the need to... Compensate.

Deucalion: 😳

Stiles: But you need to take your midlife crisis out of my town. It was mildly amusing at first but now you're just getting obnoxious. We have exams coming up, can't be dealing with your nonsense. Just count yourself lucky that I'm too busy studying and not booting you out myself.

*Stiles sighs and pulls his hands free of the handcuffs he'd undone while talking, getting to his feet*

Stiles: But in all seriousness, you don't need more power, you never did. What you need is therapy. Just... All the therapy. And maybe a hug.

[captainlunaxmen]

All for the Cameras

Chapter 14

Finnick Odair x fem!Reader

Here we are, almost at the end. This is not the final chapter yet, so there's hope don't worry.

Let me know what you think and, again, sorry for making you guys wait so much.

Chapter summary: the 76th Hunger Games keep going.

Chapter warning: angst, blood, Hunger Games lore so... yeah, death.

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After a moment to catch our breath and eat something we made up a new plan to get to the mansion.

Underground.

Which I'm not the biggest fan of, but it'll have to do.

As expected the president made his announcement of Katniss death, of the rebellion's death... well... he tried to, because Alma Coin interrupted him, thanks to Beetee's brain I'm sure, and I just know he didn't appreciate it one bit. But having the president believe the Mockingjay is dead is our chance to get close enough.

"Are you okay?" Finnick's voice interrupts my thoughts and my picking on my skin, a habit I somehow took while nervous.

"Could you not ask me that now?" I sigh, I'm not mad at him, I'm just tired, he knows it and doesn't pressure.

"Never thought I'd be able to see my own picture like that. With Panem's anthem playing, nonetheless." He jokes, but I hit his chest with the back of my hand, he probably barely felt it, but he gets my point, "sorry, not funny." He sighs, and tentatively takes my hand in his, "it's going to be alright."

"I know what you're trying to do, and trust me, I appreciate it, but I just..." I let out a shaky breath.

"It doesn't feel possible, right?" He guesses, I nod.

"Peeta asking for a nightlock pill... I just... I'm scared okay? If he's a mutt, so am I. So is Johanna. What they did to us..." I sigh again, "I'm sorry, I know we've already talked about it..."

"Then you remember that I also said I wouldn't mind repeating to you anything you need." I can feel him looking down at me, and I can sense his sweet smile.

But something else comes up to mind, after seeing his picture like that, as if he died in the arena I can't just shake it off.

"There's... one thing I need you to know, something I need to apologise for." I say, picking at my skin again, he takes my hands in his to prevent me from harming myself more, he squeezes them to reassure me, "the Jabberjays... in the arena. That was... that was my idea."

I dare look up to him, but I don't see hate, nor disappointment, not resentment. Instead he looks at me with his understanding and comforting eyes.

"It's okay." He says softly.

"It's not. Snow asked me to write down some ideas for the arena, I had to make it believable, but I couldn't think of anything deadly, but hearing your screams and Katniss'... I..." I look down again, ashamed.

"Hey.." he gently takes my chin and guide me to look up at him again, "it's okay. I promise you. You didn't have a choice, there's no need to blame yourself. Okay?"

"I didn't think it through enough and I hurt you." I say, voice breaking a little.

"You didn't."

"I saw your face, Finnick... I saw your faces and I... I was the one who did that."

"No. No, it wasn't you." He firmly says, "it was Snow, you know it." He hugs me closer to him, "you did what you had to to to survive, like us."

"Not exactly like us." Gale voice cuts through out conversation, clearly eavesdropping.

"Do you mind?" Finnick snaps at him, catching everyone's attention.

Before Gale could say anything I cut him off.

"Do you realise it's not districts against Capitol, right?" I ask, "this conception you have in your mind only proves how gullible you are. You have this idyllic vision of the Capitol you don't listen. If you hate the Capitol so much why do you trust Plutarch? Because Coin does, maybe? Or because he brought Katniss back? If it's the latter you should treat Peeta with more respect, because if you actually stop and think, instead of being a jealous prick, you would realise he helped save her all this time."

"We better go." Katniss says, more to put an end to this conversation.

I scoff one last time at Gale before joining her as I grab my things.

"I'm sorry." I tell her.

"Finnick is right. You don't have to blame yourself. We all did stuff to survive, stuff we're not proud of." She tells me, "but I'm glad you did. And I want you to know that I trust you."

I look up at her surprised.

"Really?"

"Really." She nods, "now let's go." She says to everybody.

We all gather and exit ready to head for the underground tunnels. Finnick immediately takes a protective place next to me, with Peeta, who looks at me with something close to gratitude.

"If he says something like that again, I swear-"

"No need, trust me." I hesitantly take his hand, "we got something else to think about now."

"Yes. You're right." He nods.

We do have something more important to think about now. Far more important.

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As we descend into the tunnel under the city I can't help the dread I'm feeling. I try to keep my breath as steady and controlled as I can, if I keep my thoughts at bay I can be of help.

"My brother knows this tunnels very well." Castor explains as he finally climbs down, "he worked sanitation down here. Right after they made him an Avox."

If people thought they have it bad, they're wrong, Avoxes have it worse. They're literally slaves of the Capitol, I can't think of a worse punishment, death would be mercy compared to this.

My heart breaks as I look at Pollux scared expression as he takes stand in the front to lead us, facing probably the hardest part of his life.

Castor comforts him, encouraging him.

With a small gesture Pollux starts walking and soon we follow.

"Took us five years to buy his way outta here. He didn't see the sun once." Castor explains.

We walk, following Pollux and also the Holo in Katniss hands. Occasionally hiding from a vehicle approaching.

"We're tok exposed here." Katniss says, and without missing a beat Pollux leads us to a door not far and down, again, a ladder to the sewers.

"Looks clear." I hear Katniss say.

"I'd keep my eyes wide open, there's no certainty there will be no traps down here." I suggest, "Snow won't leave anything to chance."

We keep walking, aware of every small thing happening around us.

Finnick and I silently decided to be the ones to check on Peeta everytime something happens, and simply make sure he's okay. I know Finnick's also constantly checking on me, which I'm grateful for, but I don't want to take away some of his focus in case he needs it.

We pass small corridors, more tunnels, some almost full of water but, at last, we find a place to rest.

"All right, everybody. We're gonna stop here for a bit and get some rest." Jackson says, I couldn't love her more at the moment, my feet are hurting like hell.

We get settle as best as we can, I get closer to Castor and Pollux and I notice the latter signing something to his brother, I didn't see properly but they laugh, which calms me a lot.

"Thank you, Pollux." I say once I join them, "really. You're probably one of the bravest persons I know. Not everyone would've come back to such place."

He smiles at me and signs something I can't quite catch.

"Sorry, my sign skill are a bit rusty." I apologise.

"He's saying the same goes for you." Castor translate, "we can't imagine what tortures the Capitol might've used on you, yet you still relived it to help get an insight of what might be the Capitol strategies."

"Oh." I'm a little embarrassed, "that is nothing. Really."

He signs something again.

"That's a lot, so thanks to you too." Castor says, "and I agree, despite what Gale says." He adds that little part with a playful grin, something to enlighten the moment.

I let out a chuckle and decide to sit next to Finnick and Peeta.

"Are you okay, pretty boy?" I ask Peeta, hopefully the old nickname can calm him.

He nods, doesn't say much, but it's enough. I look at Finnick, who offers a comforting smile before I lower my eyes again.

Flashes of the sessions at the Capitol suddenly appearing in my head.

"Y/n... are you okay?" He asks me. I nod, but he doesn't buy it, he tries to take my hand but I avoid his contact.

"I'm fine, sorry... I..." I stutter, but I can't stop the thoughts forming in my mind, "once... once this is over you should... you should find someone who can actually make you happy." I say turning my head away from him.

"Y/n-" he starts.

"No." I stop him, "Please."

"I love you, Y/n." He says, firmly, "nothing can change that. I can promise you that."

"I don't." I tell him, "so better find someone else."

I hear him sigh, but he also lets out a soft chuckle.

"You know, I can always tell when you're lying." He says before resting his head back against the wall.

I take a deep breath and lean back too, hoping to find some rest.

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Peeta's muttering wakes me up. He's getting agitated and I immediately sit up straight and on guard. Everyone else starts to wake up too.

"What is it?" Jackson asks.

"Peeta..?" I try, but he doesn't answer me.

"We gotta go. We gotta go outta here now." He pants, loudly, "Mutts! TheY released mutts."

"Breath, Peeta, breath. We're going." I go to stand next to him.

"Pollux what's the fastest way out?" Katniss asks and Pollux immediately joins her motioning in front of them.

Gale shoots a fire arrow to let us get some clues on the, otherwise, pitch black tunnel. When it seems safe, we start moving. Careful, ears ready to pick at any minimum noise. As always me and Finnick keep our eyes on Peeta, Jackson is behind everyone, weapon in hand.

As we get to a small opening, Pollux goes ahead to check if it safe, leaving us on edge until he's back and fine. I let out a breath I didn't even realise I was holding and as quickly and quietly as possible we go through the small gap.

I let Finnick deal with Peeta as I help those who still need to pass.

Lieutenant Jackson is the last one, she checks one more time the tunnel, but as she turns around mutts jump on her.

I can't help the scream I let out as I pull back immediately. They came out of nowhere!

"Run! Run!"

"Pollux get us out of here!"

We try to stay together, following Pollux through this dark labyrinth. But we get to an intersection and Castor is attacked by those creatures, blocking Katniss, Peeta, Gale ams me from the rest of them.

"Finnick!" I scream, but I can't see him, or any of them anymore. I feel a a hand grabbing me and pulling me away, I let it and run hoping to find them again soon.

Pollux leads us to a room with a ladder, to safety, but mutts are stubborn, they won't stop so all we can do is defend ourselves.

I did train to use guns and this sort of weaponry, but I've never thought I would've actually needed it. I try to protect Peeta, while I cover Katniss as she shoots her exploding arrows. I hear a scream behind me, Gale is on the ground, a mutt is abou to jump on him, but luckily my reflexes are faster and I shoot it. For good measure I throw a gun at him.

It's like they're coming from within the walls. I turn around just in time to see Peeta fighting with one mutt, Katniss is about to get attacked, though, almost out of nowhere Finnick impales the creature with his trident. I'm relieved to see him, soon the rest of the squad arrives to help.

I focus my attention on Peeta again, I shoot the mutt that's caging him.

"C'mon, everyone up!" I yell, "c'mon!"

I stay to check everyone gets on safely, Katniss motion for me to go up, I don't get far before I hear Finnick's voice calling for Katniss, I look down he threw his trident to a mutt close to her and now he has a mutt on him... and he has no weapon now.

I don't even think about it, I rush down, past Katniss and her screams for me to stop, I ignore her, too focus on shooting the mutts on him. I see some of them managed to bite into him. Once I'm out of ammo, I use the last gun I have, and thankfully it's enough to get them off so I can help him up the ladder, but he's losing too much blood and the mutts are following us.

"C'mon c'mon!" Katniss moves to let us pass before activating the Holo to explode and throws it to the mutts, killing them.

"Finnick, c'mon, one last push, okay?" I tell him.

"Let's go!"

We run again, arriving to the underground station, peacekeepers already there to shoot us, lights on the ceiling disintegrating whoever passes through, the floor exploding piece by piece.

Weake it just in time to a safe zone, even though nothing can be called safe at this point.

Katniss yells for Peeta, I look back fearing the worst, but he's just curled up on the ground.

"Peeta, we have to keep going," Katniss tells him.

"I'm a mutt! I can't keep controll!" He screams.

"yes you can!" She yells back.

"Leave me! I'm a mutt!"

"Look at me!" She orders, "look at me!" Once he does she kisses him, and thankfully it calms him a little, "Stay with me"

I suddenly feel Finnick almost falling to the ground, but Gale is quick to help him.

"Finnick, just hold on a little longer okay?" I ask, "please."

He weakly nods and starts walking too, I rush him a little and he runs too.

One last push, just one.

"I know where we are!" Cressida exclaims, "I know a place. Up those stairs."

So now she is leading us to a safe place, I just hope it's close. Without the holo is hard to say whether or not a trap is set, but there are none apparently. At least not where Cressida is taking us, which looks like a boutique of some sort.

While she knocks, I let Finnick rest against the windows.

"It's okay, we'll get you back on your feet soon. Just keep holding on." I softly say to him, he takes my hand and I let him squeeze it, I see him trying to speak but I stop him immediately, "don't stress yourself now, we'll talk once you're okay."

Once someone opens the door, Cressida rushes all of us inside and closes the door.

The woman opening, I remember her. It's hard not to, considering her feline appearance.

"Tigris do you remember me?" Cressida starts, "I'm with Plutarch's underground. We need your help"

Tigris looks at us all before leading us to a hatch leading downstairs.

"I know you. You were a stylist in the Games." Katniss states.

"Until Snow decided I wasn't pretty enough anymore." It's her answer.

"I'm here to kill him."Katniss straight up tells her, which makes the former stylist smile.

"We need medical kits, if you have some." I tell her, "please..."

She nods her head and closes the hatch.

I help Finnick sit down.

"Stay awake, okay? I need you to stay awake, Finnick." I tell him. I see Pollux sitting close to us and immediately breaks down, "Pollux.." I gently say taking his hand, "I'm so sorry."

"Gale's gonna need stitches." Cressida says, "you too, Y/n."

"Uh?" I ask confused.

"Your leg and your arm." She points.

"Oh..." I take a look, just now noticing the damages the mutts did, I didn't even registered the pain, "guess the adrenaline got useful.."

I sit next to Finnick, close to Pollux, letting him still holding my hand.

"I made it up." Katniss says all of a sudden, "all of it. There is no special mission from Coin. There's only my plan. Everyone that's dead is dead because of me. I lied."

"We know. We all knew." Cresside tells her.

"The soldiers from 13?"

"They did, too. Do you really believe that Jackson thought you had orders from Coin?" Cressida asks her, "she trusted Boggs and he clearly wanted you to go on."

"I never meant for this to happen." She looks at me, at Finnick, "I failed. I... I killed them. I'm... I'm sorry Pollux. I'm so sorry."

He squeezes my hand tighter, I squeeze it back, help grounding him.

"Glimmer, Marvel, Mags..."Peeta starts, "Clove, Wiress, Rue. What do all those deaths mean?" He asks, "they mean that our lives were never ours. There was no real life because we didn't have any choice. Our lives belong to Snow and our deaths do, too. But I'd you kill him, Katniss... if you end all of this, all those deaths, they mean something. Cinna, Boggs, Castor, Jackson. They chose this. They chose you."

I look down at Finnick, he tries to keep his eyes open, but I can tell it's getting harder for him. I'm not letting anything happens to him, not after I told him the biggest lie of my life.

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Tigris brought us the kits we needed and Cressida helped me take care of Finnick and he seems out of trouble for now. He's asleep while I patch Gale up. Mostly to keep my head busy and nor think.

"I..." he starts as I clean his wound, "I just wanted to thank you."

"For what?" I ask.

"Saving my life back in the sewers." He answers, not daring to meet my eyes.

"Oh... well, unfortunately you are good with these weapons so I don't think losing such asset would've been a great move." I wave him off.

"I'm sorry," he says out of the blue, "for how I behaved. I realise now that I was wrong."

"It's not me you should apologise to. Peeta deserves your apologies more than me, and you know it." I tell him firmly.

"I'll try my best."

"Better than nothing." I sigh.

"How do you know how to patch someone up?" He asks.

"Well, you don't know Cal, lucky you." I say, and he looks at me, confused look on him, "he.. he liked some intense stuff... and... I couldn't exactly say no... you know."

"Oh.."

"Yeah..." I nod, "so I learned how to endure pain and how to patch me up. It was a good way of surviving, I guess." I notice he looks down, still ashamed of how he treated me, "as you can see, Capitol or District, we're not so different after all."

"We're not.." he nods in agreement.

Once I finish with his wound I move to care of my own.

"Let me." Cressida offers, kneeling down taking the requirements from my hands.

"Thanks." I say.

She starts cleaning the wound on my leg, which I realised it's the worse one, and my eyes stay put on Finnick laying one the ground. Unconsciously, I start picking at my skin.

"He's going to be fine." I hear her suddenly speak.

"I don't know, he lost too much blood, and that... that sprint to get out of the sewers... those stitches aren't enough... I.. "

"Hey." She stops me, "he is going to me fine."

"What if he isn't?" I ask, voice small with tears forming in my eyes, "what if I lose him?"

"Can I ask you a question?" Shw asks and I nod, "why do you push him away if you're so scared of losing him?"

The question catches me completely off guard, it leaves me thinking, actually thinking about it.

"I guess him happy but away from me is better then him dead." I say, "he doesn't deserve to have fought all this time to just... die like this."

"Everyone can see the way he looks at you, and how you try not to look at him." She smiles at me, sweetly, "I'm an expert in fake love, so are you, right? Selling it for the Capitol makes you a real good expert," she says and I can't help the little chuckle, "and trust me, I don't think there'll be anything that can keep him from you."

"He doesn't deserve it." I sadly say.

"You two suffered enough." She firmly says.

That shuts me up.

Once she's done with my leg and arm I go to find a 'comfortable' spot next to Finnick to check on him.

The others try to get some rest while they can, I hear Gale talking to Peeta, but I refuse to listen to them, both because I'm too focused on Finnick and also because they deserve some privacy too.

Suddenly sound of explosion cam be heard in the distance.

"Mortar shells." Gale states, "it's not ours. Peacekeepers must ne shellin' the rebels outside the city."

"That's not outside the city." Cressida says.

"It's not." I agree.

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The rebels are close. That's all I care about, as I gently caress Finnick's hair.

What catches my whole attention is the television turning on with a mandatory viewing flashing on screen... and Snow's face appertaining.

"To all Capitol citizens more than a half mile outside the city circle, I am announcing a mandatory evacuation. Come to the Mansion. I am promising you shelter and sanctuary. All refugees, come to my home. There you will be provided with food, medicine, safety for your children, and you will have my solemn oath to protect you u till my dying breath." The president announces.

"Wish he'd hurry up with that last part." Cressida comments, making me nod in agreement.

"Our enemy is not like us. They do not share our values. They have never known our comfort and our sophistication. And they despise us for it. Make no mistake. They are not coming to liberate us. They are coming to destroy our way of life. They are coming to bury us." He says, ending the announcement.

"Yeah... one last brainwashing to the masses before calling it quit, uh?" I mutter.

"Is he still in the Mansion?" Katniss asks.

"Yes," I say.

"Yeah, I recognise the room." Peeta adds.

"Where is that?" Katniss takes our a paper map and spred it on the floor.

"About... uh... five blocks away, if I recall." I say, looking at Cressida for support, she nods.

"We're right here. Off the avenues." She point at the map, "mansions here."

"What about the pods?"

"They deactivated them." I say, :at least around there for sure. For the residents' safety."

"That could work. I could get close enough." Katniss realises.

"Eveey peacekeeper's gonna be waiting." Gale tells her.

"Next to our faces on every billboard." Cressida adds.

"Snow's offering shelter to all the refugees." Katniss looks at me, I sigh.

"I guess... I guess that could work." I tell her.

"What?" Gale asks.

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While Tigris comes back after retrieving another piece of clothing to mask Katniss and Gale, Cressida and I try to give directions as accurately as we can.

"Head straight north. There's gonna be thousand of refugees." She says.

"Just blend in." I say, "don't look up. One wrong move and it's over."

"We got one shot." Katniss warns.

"Let's make it count." Gale replies.

"Good luck, Katniss." Cressida and Katniss hug, silent hope it's not going to be the last time. Pollux too has a small interaction with her as they say goodbye.

"Please, be careful out there." I tell her, tears threatening to come out, "I do want to see you again, okay?"

"I'll try my best." She says before hugging me, I give her a quick, strong squeeze before letting her go, "thank you, Y/n. Thank Finnick too, once he wakes up."

"I will..." I say, softly.

"Tigris, thank you for everything you've done." And Tigris bows her head.

"Katniss, let me come with you, okay?" Peeta almost pleads, "I can be a good distraction. They know my face.

"No, I'm not losing you again." Katniss cuts him off.

"You'll be safer with us." Cressida says.

"What if Peacekeepers are searching the houses?" Gale asks. "And if he's captured.."

"Then give me a nightlock pill, okay? I'm not going back."

I can't help but understand him, death is more appealing than being captured by the Capitol.

Katniss shakes her head, almost imperceptible. It's Gale that give the pill to Peeta, and it's Katniss to free him from the handcuffs.

"Stay alive." She tells him, before hugging him.

It feels like an intimate moment so I turn my head, praying whatever deity could still exist to make everything go well.

"Ready, Katniss?"

"Let's go"

With that Gale and Katniss exists the shop and head to the Mansion.

"Now we wait." Cressida says, "they must be here eny minute."

"Yeah.." I let out a deep sigh, Pollux put a comforting hand on my shoulder and I smile at him.

Suddenly a loud noise startles us.

"What was that?" Cressida asks, alarmed.

We hearnit again, like something falling, I realise soon it's from downstairs.

"Finnick..!" I rush back to the basement and my heart almost sink to my stomach once I notice him still on the ground, but his body is convulsing, blood everywhere.

"Finnick." I call, kneeling next to him, grabbing all I could to stop the bleeding. He's clearly in pain.

"What happened?" Cressida kneels on the opposite side, Pollux probably stayed behind to keep an eye on Peeta, just in case.

"Finnick?" I try to catch his attention, "Finnick.." he looks at me, "what happened?"

"I... I.. didn't see you so... I tried to get up..." he says, pain evident in the way he speaks.

"Finnick..." I sigh, putting pressure on the wound, "the stitches... I..."

"I'll see if Tigris has more kits." Cressida stands.

I see Finnick closing his eyes and I gently, but firmly, slap his face to keep him awake.

"Finnick, hey, stay with me." I tell him, "okay?"

"Don't worry... I'm okay..." he tries.

"Yeah, sure. Don't try it with me." I warn him.

"You're okay...You're alive... that's all.. all that matter." He tiredly speaks.

"No." I say, I can see him getting weaker, and tears are ready to spill out, "you don't get to leave me."

"You're so beautiful... my love." I can tell he's forcing himself to stay awake, but his eyelids are heavier.

"Finnick, stay with me, please." I plead, "where the fuck is Cressida..?"

"Hey... hey.." he gently takes my hand, "it's okay..."

"No... no it's not."

"It is... do me a favour?" He asks in a whisper, his voice just too weak.

"Finnick..."

"Don't blame yourself." He says.

"Stop it." I warn.

"It's not your fault." He takes a deep breath, "You took me this far.. it's okay."

"I said no, you don't get to make me fall in love with you only to leave me like this."

Silence.

I look up at him, his tired eyes on me.

"Say it again." He asks, "please.. just once."

"Stay alive and I will." I firmly say, "Stay alive and I'll tell you as many time as you want."

"It's not that easy, love... I... I'm tired." He closes his eyes again.

"You're stubborn," I remind him, "Stay with me."

"They're here." Cressida rushes back, followed by a bunch of soldiers from 13.

They immediately get to take Finnick away, I stand to follow them, helping them taking Finnick out of the baseme, but they stop me before I could followed them outside.

"Only authorised medical staff." One says.

"What?!"

"The space is limited." He cuts me off, leaving me standing there.

"Y/n!!" I hear a familiar voice. I look up, Haymitch walking to me.

"What... are you doing here?" I ask, surprised to see him here.

"Cressida communicated with us, she told us about Finnick, I knew you'd need a friend." He tells me, I immediately hug him, he keeps me close until I am the one breaking it.

"He... was bitten... some mutts in the sewers..." I explain, not caring about the tears now, "he lost so much blood, Haymitch... I don't know..."

I cry, sob, uncontrollably. He hugs me again, caressing my head to somehow comfort me.

" sshh sshh, it's okay." He whispers, "he will be okay."

"What if he doesn't?!" I exclaim, stepping away, breath getting heavier, "what if he... what if he dies?!" I take a shaky breath, "what if he dies and I'm not there? What if he dies alone, Haymitch?"

I saw something I can't quite understand in his eyes after I say this, but i get quickly disttacted by my hands, Finnick's blood all over them, and myself. I cry even more, my knees get weak and I fall to the ground. Haymitch is quick to help me.

"He won't." He says.

"You don't know that..." I can't breathe now. I try to take deep breaths, but it's useless, my eyesight gets blurry as I keep trying.

"Hey, hey, match my breathing okay, princess?" He instructs me, but it's too late... my vision gets dark in seconds.

[airlocksandaviaries]

All of this "do you have a hobby outside of consuming media" "who are you when you're not consuming media" "all you do is consume media" shit is making me lose my precious faith in humanity.

Like REALLY?? CONSUMING MEDIA??? Is that what we're calling watching shows and reading books and looking at art and listening to podcasts???? consuming media??? CONSUMING MEDIA??? That's all it is to you???? It's almost as bad as using the term 'content creator' instead of ARTIST.

You've taken an essential, beautiful, soul-healing part of the human experience and had the AUDACITY to not only strip it of its life and form and substance, but also attach SHAME and GUILT to it as well???? Please stop my heart can't take this.

I mean, of course it's important to have physical hobbies and creative outlets as well as relaxing ones. This is a very good and healthy thing! But how about we promote how much fun our creative and physical hobbies are instead of SHAMING PEOPLE for the crimes of "watching too many videos" or 'reading too many stories."

Yes, even online videos and stories. Be it fanfic or novel, cult classic film or comedy YouTuber, online digital art or Mary Cassatt, art is fucking art. That's that. And we shouldn't be shaming people for experiencing it. And for the love of humanity, we definitely shouldn't be taking a something as magical as experiencing art and calling it something as soulless as fucking. consuming media.

[unsung-idiot]

local man has had it with oversized dorito

[umblrspectrum]

tessa, being the edgy little freak she is, obviously took the original darkxwolf username

[incaseyouart]

A sketchy set of Rauru busts!! He is quite literally the goat :P

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[valiant-sun]

are u cool with otoban? if u are could you draw them pls?

otoban is ummm highly situational to me (lol) but i can certainly draw a lil something...!

[arsonisticartichokes]

For another request, can you have Aizawa in his hero uniform but using his capture cloth to gag himself while Present Mic teases him about it please?

Aizawa's scarf is very useful outside of hero work as well hehe

[kinkykinard]

none of the pearl-clutchers have ever had a nuanced conversation in their lives, huh?

there's a time and a place for vulnerability and opening up about trauma and a time for something more fun and lighthearted, and a dinner date over glasses of wine is not the former

these are two grown men exploring their dynamic - if Buck was uncomfortable, he would've said so. he's not the poor, helpless damsel in distress some of y'all seem to think he is, being led astray by the mean and nasty gay man

rack up a little life experience and touch some grass before you sink too deeply into the purity culture

[dorminchu]

la mer

Rating: M Wordcount: 761 Genre: Angst/Romance Relationship: Armin/Eren Summary: It's never been about Eren so much as it is about saying goodbye, to the boy he once was and the man that's killed him, Armin cannot tell the two apart.

a/n: Written on a whim after seeing the movie.

The waves taste of iron as does Eren's trembling mouth.

Armin's hand on his cheek shifts, cupping his nape, the burns still fresh and bleeding gently. Eren does not flinch at the touch, or when Armin leans in. He doesn't pull away. His slender fingers wind through his hair and draw a fist.

He's unprepared to die. Hesitstion leeches from him, poisoning Armin's resolve until he leans against his body if only to close the space. He smells the same as he did a long time ago. Armin's mouth works along his neck and collarbone and sternum, pulling noises from Eren he has only heard in dreams.

There's no time to think about anything.

When he bends to mouth along the tent in his trousers Eren lays a hand along his neck neither forceful nor sure. He raises his hips as Armin takes him out and bends to tongue his erection.

He tastes like copper and salt. All Armin can visualize is that bright day across the horizon three years ago. The thrill of a world beyond their island and the inevitable burden of that knowledge. Enemies and the obstacle between their annihilation.

Armin takes him to the root and gags and resurfaces. Eren stares at him in a way he hasn't in years.

Fifteen, or was it sixteen. A few drinks they'd stolen from the bonfire. Fooling around behind the sheds never amounted to much of consequence, despite having a few opportunities to act further. Eren still had Mikasa, and Armin consoled himself once with some other boy that's been dead since the Shiganshina Operation.

Without a word, Armin unbuckles his ODM belts with trembling fingers and rucks down his own trousers and moves to straddle him. The water laps at his skin, inundates their clothes. Their eyes lock and Armin lowers himself without a word. He bites back a groan as Eren's hands settle on his waist.

All of this blood and ash between them, inescapable at their most vulnerable moment. An interstice between lived experience and this cloudless void where time cannot reach them.

Eren's head cranes back but the water never engulfs him completely. He floats as though dead as Armin starts to move in short, shaky thrusts that burn no worse than losing a limb. Regrowing skin that's been singed clean off. He's survived worse and he will live to do it again. Eren can only see fit to martyr himself.

He lays a hand along Eren's sternum, searching for a key that he hasn't worn since he was fifteen.

Eren doesn't stir, but his eyes flicker up to look at him. His chest rises and falls in uneven bursts. Blood and sweat mat his unwashed hair. He chews his lip, hips jerking in tiny thrusts that can't keep up with Armin's deliberate pace. He's as reckless as his words were only a few moments ago. His grip on Armin's waist will leave a bruise. A memento that will invariably steam away or simply fade.

Armin looks at him and sees only a cadaver. He buries his face in his shirt, moving faster. Eren grunts, cupping his ass and the downy nape of his neck where his burns have begun bleeding into his shirt. Droplets hit his face and steam away.

"I'm here," he groans, sitting up and pulling him closer, "I got you."

Armin moves faster in the hopes that this will stop this conversation. Precome stains his stomach. Eren pushes as deep as his body will permit, grunting against his neck, slowly ebbing into whimpers with each slap of his hips against his ass.

Seawater and blood swallow them up at the knees. Their rhythm stammers as Eren rears up and bites down on a shoulder that's broader than it used to be. Armin shouts, emptying himself between their stomachs as Eren throbs inside of him, slumping across his body as if he's just been shot.

Warm water laps at his ears and skin. Armin clings to him like driftwood, unable to move even if his life depended on it. His hand cups Eren at the nape, the other sifting through the tide in search of the conch. He finds individual teeth. Clumps of hair wash up on his fingers and are soon discarded, scattering to be lost forever.

If the Paths have any semblance of dignity, he'll get to keep his clothes. It's never been about Eren so much as it is about saying goodbye, to the boy he once was and the man that's killed him, Armin cannot tell the two apart.

[lexosaurus]

Hi uhh i have a question i was scrolling at ao3 and i keep seeing pompous pep fiction a lot but i thought it was illegal because there is at least 20 year age gap im getting confused

AO3 is a creative writing/fanfiction archive that allows anything that's legal under US creative writing law. There are some limitations, like scripting out an episode of DP would not be allowed because that's copyright infringement, and posting something disguised as a fic that's not actually one (say, posting your headcanons list or your grandma's cookie recipe) isn't allowed because that's not a transformative work. But otherwise, people are allowed to post any fictional content that they so wish so long as it's tagged properly.

The tags are an awesome feature of the site and are why many people, myself included, choose to use AO3 as their main fanfiction domain. It allows you to opt in or opt out of any tag that you do or don't want to see. For example, I read/write a ton of gore, so I often filter in tags like "Dissection" (using the sidebar) so I can only see those types of fics. But there are tons of people who get squicked out by gore/dissection, so they might prefer to filter those tags out. Maybe they just wanna read a good smut fic, so they'd filter in that tag, while for me, I'm not so interested in that content, so I almost always filter it out before I browse.

I know this seems a bit long winded of me, but what I'm trying to get at is that because fanfiction is fictional, that means that ships and tags that you or I might argue are morally gray or even morally unethical are totally allowed on the site (aka no real children were harmed in the making of said fic, so not illegal). This includes Pompous Pep, which is Danny/Vlad. And if you don't want to see that, as many people probably don't, then the site makes it extremely easy to filter that stuff out! Woo!

The DP Phandom is a really really old phandom and we've had a history of "true vs anti" ship wars back in the 00's, which while a bit different than the kinds of shipping wars you see in other fandoms today, they still happened and were incredibly destructive within our spaces. People were fighting, there was lots of bullying, angry cliques, and overall moral policing "you can't sit with us" behavior to people who frankly didn't deserve it. There's not a lot of creatives left from that era, and the ones that did come back don't have a lot of positive things to say about it.

So yeah, maybe some people on AO3 write things that might squick you out, but from experience we've found it to be far more beneficial to just do our own things. Write the content you wanna write, read the content you wanna read, interact with the people you wanna interact with, and block/mute/filter out/whatever the rest. It's honestly not worth your mental health or sanity to try to police fics/art in here. We're too old, most of us got jobs, bills to pay, maybe even kids to feed, and it's honestly not worth our time. Besides, it's much more fun to participate in phandom events and nerd out with other creatives about silly AUs and tropes and geek out over art styles and colors than it is to worry about that stuff!

[storiesofaot]

A few weeks ago I was looking at this scene in 3x08 for another post, where Erwin asks about who is injured and Hange lifts her hand. And immediately, this part of the song "Anti-Hero" came to my mind - so I had to make this little edit because it fits just perfectly 😂

[emin-folly]

Another commission for my pal, @ftl-faster-than-life, who wanted alternate universe Barry smooching main continuity Barry~ I'm so happy you reached out to me again, this was very cute and fun to work on! It's always a pleasure drawing for you <3 The lovely designs are based on this btw

[demonic-mnemonic]

Ok yes Beelzebub passed the 'would you still love me if I was a worm' test. But I'm actually more impressed that they saw Gabriel mooning over a statue of himself and still loved him after that

[carnage-cathedral]

my bones may grow back crooked after they're broken, but they grow back stronger. and the amount of time you put into breaking me, will be reflected in my strength when I heal again

[mymrsweirdnessshipperstuff-blog]

What is it with ships going Canon in Spanish???